Chapter three: Crazy things

After school Hayden, Eli, and me walked around the school to the place we always met my twin before we biked to karate class. I never see Sam in the day, all her classes are on the other side of the school, so I never see her.

When we passed the school's border line, we found Sam, laying on the snow covered cỏ in a yellow tank top, a blue mini skirt, some knee high black boots, and her brown identical hair to mine in three piggy tails. Yes, I know its weird for a girl to be wearing a tank hàng đầu, đầu trang and váy in the middle of fall but thats Sam for you. Most water benders still need warmth in the snow even if they are water benders. Sam doesn't really care. I think bạn should know this though: Sam is a natural punk.

She lay there on the cỏ staring at the sky, with her bag spread across the icy snow. She was water bending little streams of water and ice in the sky.

"Sam? We need to go." Eli said. No answer.

"SAMANTHA JANE ROWE! ANSWER ME!!" he yelled again.

Sam slowly got up from her spot, with the water streams still floating in the air. she flicked her hand and the water fell.

While Eli lectured her about listening, she grabbed her things and walked over to me, ignoring Eli.

"Sup. We gonna go hoặc what?" she asked Hayden and me.

We nodded and jumped on our bikes. The karate school was 5 phút bike ride from the middle school, and even though it was close to winter, we rode our bikes anyway.

The stingy, cold winds hit my face as we rode past houses and small shops. Eli rode in front as the leader while Sam rode in the back taking her sweet time riding slowly.

Finally we reached the karate school. The entire building was covered in red and black paint with Chinese nghề viết văn on the door.

We hooked up our bikes and walked in. Since Eli is only one năm older then me, he is in the same class and level as Hayden, Sam, and I.

Us girls ran into the dressing room while Eli went into the boys. I pulled on the white pants and áo sơ mi over my under clothes and wrapped my brown thắt lưng, vành đai around my waist. Hayden and Sam did the same.

In the arena we found Eli fighting a boy about two years younger than him. We watched as Mr. Yan (the karate teacher) instructed them moves and ways to fight.

We sat down to watch.

Eli bowed to the boy in respect before the round begun. Mr. Yan blew his whistle and they went into fighting positions.

Eli immediately started fighting. There were so many kicks, shoves, hits, karate chops, and "HiYa's!" that I started giggling. Suddenly when Eli wasn't looking, the boy pushed Eli hard and flipped away before Eli fell to the ground. The boy had won.

Mr. Yan blew his whistle for the end of the game.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!!" yelled Eli, stomping his feet, and as he did the ground violently shook. Eli stomped to the little boy, and kicked him in the chin.

"I WILL NOT BE BEATEN bởi A LITTLE BOY!!" he yelled, ignoring the screams of me and the coach.

Sam began to cry, and Hayden ran into the bathroom. Eli hit and punched, while the boy helplessly tried to defend himself. Mr. Yan tried to pry Eli of of him, but Eli shot a rock at his face.

What was the matter with Eli? He was NEVER this violent. Eli then moved his hands in a v formation, and a gigantic boulder probably a couple tons flew from the ground and was in the air right above the boys face.

"What is he doing?" asked another student, looking at the rock in amazement. This couldn't happen! Eli could be sent to jail for bending!

"ELI NO! THIS IS STUPID! WHATS HAPPENING?" I yelled.

"I'm calling the police!!" đã đưa ý kiến Mr. Yan. I didn't stop him.

Eli smiled at the boy, and shoved his hands down hard.

I gasped for air, like I was about to suffocate, and a feeling of power and electricity zoomed through my body. My mind went blank, and then I don't remember what happened.

All I remember was that the rock did not hit the boy, and it wasn't Eli who stopped it. I stopped the rock.